[@knifeman] [@Old Amsterdam]

[center][color=purple][h2]Natsuya[/h2][/color][/center]

What a disgrace. Not only was he a boy in a dress, unsightly as much as he understood the circumstances. He attempted to play him. With fake tears and disingenuous remarks. He would have strangled the air out of the boy if Alice hadn’t rushed the children off and out of the Birdcage. 

“Tch,” Natsuya said, “Should have let me strangle the truth out of him. There is nothing more motivating than the slight chance of death to get the truth out of someone.” But that’s all Natsuya said before wandering up towards the roof access.

Who did that boy think he was playing? He was Natsuya, Oda Natsuya. His family had been in this world since the Edo period, before that. That boy should be lucky, on his knees being in his presence. And here he comes to disrespect him, Oda. 

Training Alice said? Well he was in no mood to go easy on whomever it was they were to train. He folded his fan and then flicked it back open to fan himself. This was the last remnants of his family, his mother. This fan she use to use a lot on the hot summer days in the family shrine.

War. He didn’t see why Alice didn’t rise all Ghouls together, and enslave the humans to worship them. It worked for years in the Oda family. They were at peace. No Ghoul ever attacked a human in the family shrine because they often killed themselves for them. No trouble. No fuss. Ghouls were the superior species. And at least his family had the respect to understand that.

His eyes finally fell on the roguish girl. He hadn’t even noticed her. Was this the one then? He’d wait for Alice to say something.